We've had an ongoing state of the union conversation this weekend. Not that this particular union's in any danger of hanging an abolitionist or firing on Fort Sumter nor have we split into factions of cavilers and roundheads. No, no, no. The state of the union is strong.
The conversation has been about location. The union tires of the western suburbs of Albuquerque. The union craves adventure! Excitment! (The union is not a jedi, so it's allowed) The union wants to live life like it's gonna die, because it's gonna. The union can't define itself without reaching for pop culture cliches, but that's another post for another time.
It's a loopy conversation, which starts out with, "Well, we'll put the house on the market" and runs through a cycle of "where do you want to live" "well I don't know, where do you want to live" followed by a list of possible relocations:
We've actually talked about living in a foreign country for years, and I've always voted for the antipodes, though we've toyed with the idea of Great Britain (no), Italy (no), Germany (nein) and Calgary (despite Lisa, Dex, Jen and Scott all being up there, sadly, we're just not cut out for a life in the great white north), though you might have noticed we've never actually moved. Just the opposite, in fact. We bought a house, we kept our jobs, we put down roots.
Moving within the city would be a confirmation of yes, this is where we are going to live our lives. This is where we will someday raise a family, and this is where we'll die. Moving within the city would be a vote of confidence in Albuquerque. For. Ever.
But.
There is a very, very large world out there, just itching to be discovered and explored. Which brings us to the second loop of the conversation, which goes "do we go visit first or do we do like the ancestors and get on a boat blind?" (except, in this case, we'd take Qantas and only our stuff would take the boat.)
On the one hand, we are two very picky people. There are only narrow swaths of this country where we would condescend to live, and each time we go out into the world, we return to Albuquerque with a sigh of relief and a promise of never leaving, so visiting Australia would be wise.
On the other hand, none of the ancestors knew what the hell they were getting into when they climbed into those rickety wooden boats and made the leap across the pond, and everything turned out well enough that I'm writing this from the comfort of the 21st century, so what's a little adventure? What's a little flyin' blind in the face of a great and wonderful adventure?
Or we could buy that house on 8th and never have to worry about going without green chile for the rest of our lives.
It's a looping, loopy conversation. I think the most we've managed to hash out is an agreement of saving all of our cash and heading down later this year to check things out. Whether or not we come back is another matter.
Or we could buy that house on 8th.
The conversation has been about location. The union tires of the western suburbs of Albuquerque. The union craves adventure! Excitment! (The union is not a jedi, so it's allowed) The union wants to live life like it's gonna die, because it's gonna. The union can't define itself without reaching for pop culture cliches, but that's another post for another time.
It's a loopy conversation, which starts out with, "Well, we'll put the house on the market" and runs through a cycle of "where do you want to live" "well I don't know, where do you want to live" followed by a list of possible relocations:
- Downtown
- Nob Hill
- UNM Law area or
- Australia
We've actually talked about living in a foreign country for years, and I've always voted for the antipodes, though we've toyed with the idea of Great Britain (no), Italy (no), Germany (nein) and Calgary (despite Lisa, Dex, Jen and Scott all being up there, sadly, we're just not cut out for a life in the great white north), though you might have noticed we've never actually moved. Just the opposite, in fact. We bought a house, we kept our jobs, we put down roots.
Moving within the city would be a confirmation of yes, this is where we are going to live our lives. This is where we will someday raise a family, and this is where we'll die. Moving within the city would be a vote of confidence in Albuquerque. For. Ever.
But.
There is a very, very large world out there, just itching to be discovered and explored. Which brings us to the second loop of the conversation, which goes "do we go visit first or do we do like the ancestors and get on a boat blind?" (except, in this case, we'd take Qantas and only our stuff would take the boat.)
On the one hand, we are two very picky people. There are only narrow swaths of this country where we would condescend to live, and each time we go out into the world, we return to Albuquerque with a sigh of relief and a promise of never leaving, so visiting Australia would be wise.
On the other hand, none of the ancestors knew what the hell they were getting into when they climbed into those rickety wooden boats and made the leap across the pond, and everything turned out well enough that I'm writing this from the comfort of the 21st century, so what's a little adventure? What's a little flyin' blind in the face of a great and wonderful adventure?
Or we could buy that house on 8th and never have to worry about going without green chile for the rest of our lives.
It's a looping, loopy conversation. I think the most we've managed to hash out is an agreement of saving all of our cash and heading down later this year to check things out. Whether or not we come back is another matter.
Or we could buy that house on 8th.
4 Comments:
I dunno. I'm the practical type, so I had visited down here in Houston a few times and actually found a job before moving. It seems to be working out pretty well.
On the other hand, some people we know moved blind to Chicago without jobs or a home or anything just because, "Oooo, Chicaaaago! Awesome." And look how that turned out. Not saying your experience would be similar, just citing two examples.
Which is why we're ditching the PCH trip (oh, DB gets the fuzzy end again!) and planning a jaunt down there by early June. We're just practicle enough to know that we're very picky about our surroundings.
And also there are these niggling work visa issues to consider.
It's running five to one against us moving.
I considered moving to Australia once. Then I looked into how difficult it would be to get a work visa, all of the hoops, et al... No easy task, to say the least.
And, btw, there are some really nasty bugs and snakes there. Right?
But there is nothing as beautiful as the Glass Mountains and the coast is absolutely beautiful.
Or so I've been told...
(laughing)
The whole of the Australia plan goes "in-on-sponsored-computer-nerd-visa-live-middle-of-nowhere-ala-"Northern Exposure"-for-length-of-commitment-then-move-where-we-want-it's-an-adventure," but it is contengent upon Adam getting a computer nerd visa and a job attached to said visa.
Then again, we are both unsettled by states such as Missouri or Indiana, so it could very well be that we'd get down there, wander around and then beat feet straight back to Albuquerque and never, ever, ever, ever leave again.
(Ever, ever.)
It's going to be a very interesting six months.
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